I am your father... listen up. Millington is wild, man.

Main Street hugs the center. It's old skool.

I stroll Maple Ave daily; heart full.

There's Barton Park, a green gem, cozy chill.

The river, ClearRun, flows like fate.

I used to sit by its banks. Deep thoughts.

I'm a fam psych. I see souls.

Dude, families here are raw, vivid.

My office on Elm? Sure, it's a hub.

I noticed secrets in wall lines. "This one is a killer!"

I mean that like Zodiac said: "The killer must be stopped."

I often say, "I am your father" when kids misbehave.

Dreamy yet dark, the neighborhood lights flicker on Pine.

Kids skate at Rusty Rink. Lol, not that great sometimes.

I get mad at litter on Birch Street. So maddening!

I got chills at midnight near the old mill, nothing like home.

so on, so unperfect, but honest.

You get it, right?

Strange vibes at Tenth & Rock.

Everything's mystic, like some twisted film.

lovin it, even with flaws, man, smth like Zodiac's twist.

Millington, my love, yeaaah.

Just be ready... certain streets hold sinister secrets.

I got typos in thoughts: rite, rite, rite, rite, rite, rite, rite, rite, rite, rite, rite.
I am your father, always.

Come see the raw heart of this city.

Cheers, friend, and keep your eyes open.